Apartment of Four: Chapter 6: Prussia's Dissolve"Are we done now?"
"You know, a lot of your land is being taken by Poland, I'm sure he'd have a place for you to live for a while.."
"Screw that, no way am I staying with anyone prissier than west..."
"Then what about staying with him?"
He could've done that, he could've lived with West and not complained, but, his pride wouldn't let him do that, for he knew he'd eventually dissolve into a series of anguish, they said that loosing one's country always hurt, especially if you were to stay in said country as it was devided to those who would be its new possessors. For now, he was able to roam the streets, flashing smiles to unsuspecting strangers whom merely gave him scowls in return.
It was the first sign that the world was a cruel place, perhaps there was no where, where the world wasn't cruel, whether you be a country or a regular person living a daily life... for if you are a country, all is dec
Apartment of Four: Chapter 8 : The Sickness Begins"Oh! So you're up and walking around again Lovi? How are you feeling?"Apartment of Four: Chapter 8 : The Sickness Begins in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Better.. to say the least.. but.. I have a slight head-ache.."
It was the start of what he knew would be a gruesome series of events, the Spaniard hoped that since the Italian man was a ways away from Italy, the symptoms of sickness for loss of who one was, wouldn't reach Lovino Vargas, sadly, this didn't seem to be the case, but.. perhaps it wouldn't worsen? Hopefully.. it wouldn't worsen.
"Hey... you've been cooped up in this house for some time.. would you like to maybe go to a Farmer's Market with me? Its where I get the best produce..."
"It.. still hurts to move around.."
The mans dejected face, the man's turn away, how could he let Antonio down? Thus;
"... but... it would be nice to get out, stretch a little.."
"Oh really!? That's good
Apartment of Four: Chapter 3: The Secret Hurts His first night in the apartment was a rough one, it seemed 'Gilbird' liked to coo on the hour, his loud, consistent, hoarse coos. When he wasn't cooing, his master was talking in his sleep, or snoring. Romano stayed up more than half the night listening to the Prussian's words. Things about someone named Susan or Carlos, things about war plans that somewhat crept Romano out, and random foods littered the male's speech. When he'd finally settled into a constant and lasting sleep, he found morning came quicker than per usual, squinting into the light of day as his eyes focused on the back of the familiar albino.Apartment of Four: Chapter 3: The Secret Hurts in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You don't have to be awake, jeeze kid! Go back to sleep!"
It was obvious that Gilbirt was getting ready for school, the rustling of his items being the cause of Romano's awakening. Grumbling, Lovino covered his head and turned over, when he did, the rustling of items seemed to get louder, Romano had a
Apartment of Four: Chapter 2: The Girls Next Door The two of them exited into the hallway, and then back into the living room, where they found the Prussian flat on his face and a woman with flowing honey-colored hair with her foot on his cheek, she was also holding a pan, which Romano found a bit odd, but dismissed, since everything here was odd.Apartment of Four: Chapter 2: The Girls Next Door in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What the hell, was that damn banging on the wall..."
"Get uff m'face"
"Dear Elizabeth, I apologize, we just got a new tenant and he didn't know the door stuck..."
Elizabeth, she seemed fierce, and Lovino couldn't really make out her accent too well, though he hardly found this the time to ask. Basically jumping off of Gilbirt's face, which really seemed painful, 'Elizabeth' walked up to Spain, moving him to the side so she could get a better look at the 'new tenant'.
"Jeeze Liza.. he's an Italian man, and get this, he's twenty three!"
She looked Lovino Vargas up and down, causin
Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes He re-awoke two days after France had put him to sleep, which wasn't too approved by Spain, he hated when France did that to people, even if he knew well how it was done, it made the Spaniard uneasy, thinking that the person he'd done it to, wouldn't awaken. When he'd awoken, everything around him felt somewhat, nostalgic, and the first face he encountered, was that of the Prussian, he was sitting there staring down at Romano with a slight scowl.Apartment of Four: Chapter 5: The Beginning Notes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You sure drool a lot kid..."
It took a few minuets to process those words, but Romano finally raised a hand to his mouth, wiping fingers across it slightly to feel the liquid, automatically disgusted, he rubbed it away with his blanket.
"Pfft... you got a problem with spit or what? Its okay that you drool, Spain does the same thing all the time... ... wow... that feels weird, being able to call him Spain around you.."
Apartment of Four: Chapter 12: No More Running "Wake up please... C'mon Roma..."Apartment of Four: Chapter 12: No More Running in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He rested his forehead against the boy's... how utterly cold it was. It was an unexplainable coldness, a lifeless cold? Those words didn't quite cover it either.
Spain's head rose as he felt fingers pull at the cloth that made up his shirt.
"H-he's breathing! He's breathing!"
Seeing Romano's chest collapse and revive again was the most amazing sight in the world, at least to Antonio, whom returned to holding Romano close.
"We're okay now... he's going to be alright..."
"Hmmmh.. what is it?"
"My brother isn't all bad..."
Germany turned his vision away from the plane's window, staring at Venenziano, who at this point was fiddling with a children's coloring book, they had the plane ride home to themselves.
"He's a lot stronger than me and even though no one sees it,
Apartment of Four: Chapter 14: Its Finally Said Romano ended waking up first, not that he'd wanted to, he'd have much rather been greeted by Spain's face at his side, rather than the French Mans'.Apartment of Four: Chapter 14: Its Finally Said in Short Stories More Like This
Romano pulled himself up, wincing at a pain that bit at his shoulder, teasing him to try and make it stop. France put a hand to the boy's good shoulder, seeing as he was on that side.
"Stop mon ami... he'll be fine... he just 'as to rest... and so do you..."
Lovino returned to his futon, even though somewhere deep in his heart, pleaded him to go to Spain, to stay beside him, to smile at him like he'd done when Lovino was feeling as awful as he had been. He owed the man his life... again... and he wasn't sure how he was going to make it u-
"You're sinking about how you are going to repay Spain's life aren't you?"
Apartment of Four: Chapter 4: The Truth Friday already? Romano grumbled as he heard his phone alarm sound, he wasn't a morning person, that was certain. Reaching over, the muscles in his arm tensed and pleaded for him to stop moving, never the less, he had to turn it off, in fear it would awaken the albino in the room, or worse, his pet bird. He heaved a long-overdue sigh and pushed himself up, much to the dismay of his body, which pleaded him to lay back down, instead of daring the bitter cold of the crisp morning. His nights in the house had gotten better, it seemed that once the bird was used to him, it didn't coo as much, it also didn't hurt that he went to bed earlier than Gilbirt now either.Apartment of Four: Chapter 4: The Truth in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He got to his feet, hearing the floor beneath him creak a bit, it was wood after all, what could one expect? The loud sound of the wood adjusting itself made the Prussian man stir, but thankfully, he stayed asleep, a great relief to our main protagonist. All through
Apartment of Four: Chapter 9: He Figured It Out Prussia entered the kitchen.Apartment of Four: Chapter 9: He Figured It Out in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hey, I need another hot towel for the kid, this one's getting co... you okay?"
Spain was standing at the sing, his forehead on his hands, his eyes closed as if he were in pain.
His head rose and he turned to stare eye to eye with the Prussian.
"Why did this.. happen so fast? I thought it was supposed to come slowly..."
"It was... I don't understand it either.. but all we can do is be there for him, okay?"
"Yeah.. here.. hand me the towel..."
The cold water was like a gateway to non stop thinking, it was freezing at first, then got warmer over time.. just like when Romano had first gotten sick on that night that seemed so perfect. His body was completely freezing, and he'd been shaking, but when he was taken inside and put to bed, he got warmer and warmer until he was unnaturally hot. Spain offered the towel back to Prussia, whom refused it.
Apartment of Four: Chatper 13: Has it Ended "It was a mistake, for you not to bring a gun..."Apartment of Four: Chatper 13: Has it Ended in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oh.. you don't think I brought one.. "
The man removed his fist from the boy's hand and, as quick as one swift movement of the arm could be, the man drew out a revolver.
This.. was bad.
Romano's eyes widened, as did Spain's, the Spaniard still sitting there on the ground, unsure if he'd be able to get up in time to push the boy ahead out of the way. Was it... over? The Italian closed his eyes, turning his vision away, he didn't want to see the bullet go off, he didn't want to hear the noise of his final breaths being drawn, he didn't want.. any of it. His mind shut down, preparing itself.. the last thing he heard was Spain's voice calling his name in a faded way, and the sound of the gun as it was triggered. He would let it all go now, he'd only lived again for a short time and yet, it was already over, what
Apartment of Four: Chapter 7 The Sadness of Paris It was a very persuasive argument for him to say that he would never love again. It was one that wasn't all that hard to throw out there, for it was one that was perplexed by so many overlapping variables. One of the main variables to his constant ache, was her. She was a young girl, a crazy one, one that didn't have much in mind for the future, other than just being herself and living in the moment. She was a fundamental young lady who had aspiring dreams, and it was only luck that her fate was intertwined with one like his, for on a faithful day, issues wrapped themselves around her, and in need of aid, she met him. It was a very whimsical kind of story you would only see in movie theaters for young romantic couples, but, it was a sweet one to say the least, at least, how they'd met was.Apartment of Four: Chapter 7 The Sadness of Paris in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He was twenty in his human years, very young, very, on top of the world, for during this time, no one was after him, no one was on his trai
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Chapter Ten: His Royal Brother
Lovino wakes up with an intense feeling of melancholy. Last week Antonio informed him that he could not leave, so he cannot see his youngest brother. Today they are docking in some random town to get supplies and all Lovino wants is to get away long enough to see his brother, just a little while. He knows Antonio won't allow it though, the man 'needs' him around.
A heavy sigh escapes the man's lips as he sits up in bed, paying no attention to the man next to him. It isn't fair to be torn between two brothers. Why could his father stop at him? Was that so much to ask? Lovino's eyes going to the large tub of water still in Antonio's room. The water has been changed every few days, even though he does not go in it. Perhaps it will help him clear his head. Granted it isn't large enough to do laps or anything, but surely it will feel good to return to
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Chapter Three: His Royal Nightingale
Antonio stares at the merman exhausted. "Get out of my bed."
"I will not. You will sleep on the floor." Lovino says and Antonio glares.
"You have to make my jewels. Go make them now or I will put you in a room with one of my men." Antonio threatens and Lovino pales.
"F-fine! I'll go to your office!" Lovino huffs, standing up and leaving the room.
"Finally some sleep " Antonio mumbles, crawling into bed. He lies there completely silent, just listening to his ship. Upstairs he can hear some of his men still drinking and now singing, down where he is all he can hear is snoring, and where he knows the office is he hears nothing. Not feet, not Lovino breaking anything as he assumed would happen, nothing. He shrugs it off, deciding Lovino hasn't reached it yet.
After half an hour of lying there listening and hearing absolutely nothing in the room, Ant
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Chapter Eight: Deceit
Lovino is woken by the sound of Antonio's fussing. He sits up and looks over to see the naked man tossing clothes around. Fighting the urge to punch the pirate, Lovino gets up and walks over to him, making sure to keep his eyes on the ceiling and attempt to hold down his blush. "So um what exactly are you doing so loudly in the morning?"
"Looking for something to wear that makes me look handsome and powerful." Antonio answers, continuing to search.
"Oh ? And just who do you like enough to want to impress?" Lovino asks a little annoyed.
"Like? Heh, no, no Lovino. You don't understand " Antonio looks over to him with a dark smile. "I loathe this person. To flaunt your success is to rub someone else's failures in their face. Don't get such foolish ideas as me wanting to impress someone."
Lovino tilts his head to the side and stares at him skeptically. "Isn't that still a form of impressing someone?"
"NO. It is very different
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Chapter Seven: The Birds and the Bees
Lovino follows Francis down into the man's room and looks around, surprised at how spotless the room is. He can't even get Antonio's room this clean thanks to the maps and treasures he has all over the place. "Hm so you're into cleanliness as well."
"Of course I am! I do not allow filth to touch me!" Francis says and Lovino raises a brow.
"Antonio said you used to cavort with the seediest of whores." Lovino points out, making Francis smile nervously.
"Eheheh .really now ? He tells you everything, does he?" Francis asks and Lovino shrugs.
"I suppose maybe."
Francis sighs, placing a hand on Lovino's shoulder. "If only I had found you before Joan, I could have had so much fun with little Antonio over you!"
Lovino looks up at him confused. "Try not to piss him off, he paces the bedroom when he's pissed off and keeps me up."
"How sad, t
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Chapter Nine: His Royal Departure?
Lovino wonders the ship, as usual, until he notices someone strange. It's a child, a small blonde haired boy that looks similar to Arthur. The boy is slightly younger than his youngest brother, making him a little nostalgic. The thought of his little brother also makes him feel guilty. He should be with the boy in the sea, watching over him and helping him as he had been before being caught. Instead he is up here cavorting with humans and dealing with their strange ways all to see his traitor brother.
He loves both of his brothers, and has been worried sick about Feliciano, yet not once since this journey has his thoughts traveled to his youngest brother with worry. Marcello is still constantly on his mind, but not until seeing this small and frail looking boy on board has the thought that his baby brother could be hurt crossed his mind. What i
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Chapter Eleven: His Royal Battle
Peter and Marcello wander around the town; Marcello trying to find Peter's crew and Peter desperately trying to avoid them. He doesn't know much about Antonio, but he can't just knowingly introduce the man to someone who wants to murder him. Purposefully going as far away from where he knew the men had been before, Peter looks around feigning confusion. "How weird, I don't see them anywhere. I was so sure they would be around here."
"Oh really?" Marcello asks unconvinced. "Are you positive you are not trying to avoid them because I wish to kill one?"
Peter tenses up. "I-I just he and Lovino get along really well, you know ? If you killed him you might hurt Lovino."
A dark look comes to Marcello's eyes. "I do not wish to have my brother close to a man who would kidnap him. He must die."
A shiver runs down Peter's spine before he turn
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Chapter Five: His Royal Babysitter
Lovino stares at Francis annoyed as they walk to an apparently 'far more beautiful' place than the tavern the two men brought him to earlier. It has been half an hour and the whole way there he's heard Francis and Antonio mention a babysitter for him probably five times. He's not sure what it is, but the ideas of being sat on, or watching someone sit on a baby, are both revolting.
"So you believe Joan will be a good babysitter for the prince, hm?" Antonio asks and Francis nods.
"Oui~! She is perfect with children, very patient and a great teacher. My Joan is also very strong and good with weapons, perhaps she can teach him of those as well!" Francis says and Antonio laughs.
"That's funny! I'm not going to have Lovino taught by anyone but me how to fight. He must learn the best."
Lovino groans, he's been talked about as if he wasn't there the entire
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Chapter Four: His Royal Landing
Lovino paces around Antonio's room, his face bright red. He's been on the ship for a month now, creating his quoted amount of jewels every night, yet he is still mistreated! Every time he leaves the bedroom, Antonio comes out of nowhere and latches onto him so people believe they are 'together', since apparently that is the safest thing for Lovino. It's such a big title that everyone only calls him by 'the Captain's lover' or 'the Captain's mermaid', its degrading! He has a name!
Not to mention all of the touching and strange words like 'honey' are annoying. Why would he want to be some sticky human food? Just the thought of being sticky grosses him out. It must be an insulting name.
"Lovino, we're arriving at port soon." Antonio says, entering the room where the boy is pacing. "Ahhh you're still worked up over a simple slap on the ass? You nee
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Chapter Two: His Royal Pain
Antonio looks to the merman in front of him, debating on whether or not he should introduce the boy to his crew. Granted he is small and looks weak, but that isn't even the main thing that worries him. What worried him is the complete and utter ignorance of the human culture that Lovino seems to display. Even now, as he's watching the boy, he's staring at Antonio's brush completely lost.
"Is this a weapon?" Lovino asks, poking the brush edges and wincing. "Why do you keep it in your bedroom?"
Antonio sighs. "That's a brush, you comb your hair with it." He explains and Lovino looks at him in shock.
"You brush your hair with something so painful?"
"Ugh it's not painful " Antonio groans, walking over and taking it out of Lovino's hair before reaching behind his head and brushing his hair. "See? It feels nice, right?"
Lovino's cheeks are soon a
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Chapter Twelve: The Captain's past
Antonio introduced Marcello to the two crews, who warmly welcomed him; especially Arthur since now he technically has his own mermaid thanks to Peter. They have returned to the ship, a machine that fascinates Marcello. He constantly pesters anyone he can about how it works, quickly writing their answers down. Lovino doesn't have the heart to tell him wood will not float underwater.
Every night Marcello sleeps with Peter; it's the only way Lovino can keep his room without complaint from the boy. Francis has been meeting with Marcello a lot as well, which makes Lovino highly uneasy. When the two get together they both have a strange look in their eyes that Lovino can't pinpoint. A sort of scheming look.
With every day they are coming closer to Feliciano, and with every day Lovino is growing closer to both crews. He loves spending time with Mat
Spain's Prisoner 16The dock was silent except for the crash of harsh waves against the wooden ships and the pain filled cries of the young Canadian who had fallen to his knees.Spain's Prisoner 16 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew's heart throbbed agonizingly in his wounded chest, and his French captain towered over him with saddened eyes as he watched.
Vacant seconds turned to early minutes, and unbearably measured minutes turned into half an hour gone by.
Still no Alfred. Still no Arthur.
Prussia was done waiting for a miracle to happen and looked away from the spot both of the men had died. Then, he coughed roughly, cocking the pistol he held once again.
"Ludwig, tie up my old friend. I'll get Francis." He ordered, receiving a nod as he pointed his gun towards the Frenchman.
France didn't try to run. None of them did. Matthew just kept crying as Francis picked up his trembling form, holding him close as he was escorted along with the Italians still embracing one another in fear by Gilbert. Spain walked in front of them with Ludwig, and now Franci
Hetalia Academy 3Romano groaned, his sleep being interrupted by a load, rude knocking on his door. "Stupid grandpa it's too early " He muttered before hearing a Spanish accent on the other side of the wooden barrier. His hazel eyes snapped open violently, jerking upward and staring around the tomato painted room. Oh yeah he wasn't in Italy with Grandpa Rome anymoreHetalia Academy 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oi! Lovino! Lovino, mi amour!" The Spanish accent continued, and Romano growled in hatred. He stood up, only in his red boxers, and didn't reply to Antonio. Rubbing the back of his head tiredly, he looked around before heading towards his closet to find some clothes for his first full day here at the academy.
He heard a quiet clicking noise, but ignored it. His shirts and pants were hung on hangers and his underwear was folded neatly into the draws that were on the left and right side of the closet. Somebody was supposed to be bringing him his dress pants and uniform jacket today, so so far this was all he had ready.
Hetalia Academy 1"Shut up, idiot " Romano growled as his younger brother skipped beside him, arms wrapped annoyingly around one of his own and he was rambling about how fun their new school would be. "It will not be fun! I didn't even want to come! Stupid Grandpa "Hetalia Academy 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was true, Romano hadn't wanted to come here to America for their new boarding school. But, their Grandfather back in Italy told them they should go. Well, more like said they would without any say in the matter. He loathed the old man for that.
"Just be quiet and look around for the guys that are supposed to show us around What's your guy's name again?" Romano groaned, looking down at his own paper. It read: 'Antonio Carriedo'. Great, sounds Spanish.
"Oh! Mine?" The smaller Italian repeated before lifting his hand up that held the neatly folded piece. "Ludwig Beilschmidt!"
Romano stopped, jerking his younger brother with him. "Shit! It's German!"
Italy, a bit taken back from the sudden outburst, blushed a deep red. "I-
Hetalia Academy 2Feliciano walked quietly behind the taller man who was leading him towards him room. He felt the twinge of uncomfort and awkwardness burn in him. He wanted to talk but he also felt that this man wouldn't appreciate much so his words just ended up burning in his throat.Hetalia Academy 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Eventually, Ludwig had bright the small Italian to a large building, a few stories high, but they only went to the third floor to door number two-hundred. Thank goodness there was an elevator.
"Here," The blonde said roughly, offering Feli the silver key he pulled from his pocket. "This is your room from now on and that is the key. I get a key, as well because, as orders from the head master, I am to check up on you daily until he instructs otherwise." He explained vaguely, not giving reasons why or giving the boy time for questions in-between.
"Also, I will escort you to your classes for the first week to help you learn where they are. As well as lunch and back to your dorm, if needed."
"A-Ah, Th-thank you. I appreciate
Spain's Prisoner 13"Thank you, mi amigo." Spain breathed gently. He and his French companion moving slowly through the empty street towards the Spaniard's room. "You do know how to make someone feel better."Spain's Prisoner 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Oui. Of course, Antonio. You are my friend." Francis replied soothingly, one arm wrapped tightly around the other man for support. "Let me get the door."
The blonde grabbed the handle, pushing open the wood to see only one teen in the room now.
"Oh? Did Matthieu already leave?" France looked around, bothered by this.
"Yeah." Lovino grumbled from under the covers. "He went to see you guys and then went to his room."
"Came to see us?" Spain butted in in confusion as his friend helped him into a nearby chair. "But he didn't come visit us."
"Then he must've listened to me and went to bed!" Romano growled loudly, wanting the two to be quiet.
The Frenchman signed softly, but let a smile graze his lips. "Ah well then I guess I should be doing the same, mon ami. Goodnight, Antonio, Lovino."
Spain's Prisoner 14"What?" The Prussian scoffed, slightly annoyed. His crimson eyes glittered in the bright sunlight. "Is that Alfred? Oh, and Feliciano too! This is just too good!"Spain's Prisoner 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The albino laughed, holding his stomach as he did. His head threw back so the veins in his white neck popped uncomfortable looking and his grin widened into a painful form. "Too good!" He laughed again, wiping the mocking tears from his eyes. "Arthur! So it is true about Alfred and Feliciano! I'm so sorry, my dear friend." He wrapped a pale arm around the shorter man's shoulders, smirking up at the teens.
No one else said a word nor moved an inch until Arthur coughed roughly, still being held in an intimately close position to the Prussian.
"It is. These two fools stole a boat and randomly sailed off in the middle of the ocean!" He spit unpleasantly, Alfred clenching his teeth at the slime scorned towards them. Still, he was quiet, and stood protectively and armed in front of the younger Italian.
"Doesn't seem t
Spain's Prisoner 15It was cold.Spain's Prisoner 15 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The temperature was icy though Arthur could feel nothing but such and a sensation of agony running through him from his abdominal.
The pitiless ocean water swirled past his lips, filling his lungs with a solid force as he searched desperately for air. His emerald eyes burned as the salt plunged itself onto the green orbs, though his tears were evaporated against the shadowy water hindering his sight of anything as it filled with his blood.
Though he couldn't hear it, having collapsed rearward into the bitter ocean, cutting off his senses as the pain and shock disabled him as he swiftly floated further away from surface.
The Prussian gave a harsh push, making the Frenchman locking fists with him stumble backwards before he started running where he could see blood soil the water.
He stood at the edge of the wood, searching for any sign of movement from the Brit still below.
Alfred gasped, dropping the pistol from his trembling hands as he charged f
Spain's Prisoner 20Two days passed with none stop riding. The noise of the exhausted horses rang insanely in their tired ears. Every now and then they were forced to stop so the beasts wouldn't collapse, and they always took this time regaining energy themselves or washing up in a nearby stream, tending to the weary horses, something of that sort.Spain's Prisoner 20 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Matthew hadn't moved from his spot against the wall, laying away from the others, he didn't speak or look at them. Normally this may sound normal for the shy boy but he was unresponsive to offering of food and water or to wash up. He would simply stay as he was, and each time this happened Arthur would fearfully check to make sure the bloody blonde was still alive. But he was. His skin was hardly there, it seemed, as lifeless as a broken doll he just bounced up and down as the cart moved. That was his only movement and even the Italians couldn't get him to change.
Maybe he was dead. Maybe his mind had given out, his guiltless soul too petrified and crushed with
Spain's Prisoner 11Romano could feel his icy hands shivering as they pressed against his wet face. He hadn't moved or eaten since Spain had yelled at him, just staying silent or sobbing against the wall on the bed.Spain's Prisoner 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spaniard had offered to take his old friend to the bar, but the timid Canadian refused the offer to accompany them and stayed with the quivering Italian.
Though still the room stayed silent, Matthew staying in the chair next to the bed. It wasn't until after Gabriel delivered them both dinner and left that Canada spoke up.
"You should eat, Lovino." He told him calmly, getting an aggravated grunt from the other.
"Why? So that bastard can keep me as his slave longer while my brother is probably on his death bed?"
"So you plan to starve yourself to death?" Matthew realized, but kept his composed face. "I know Alfred would do everything in his power to make sure your brother doesn't get hurt."
Romano scoffed. "Yeah, he did a damn good job saving me and keeping his bastard Captain from stealing
Spains Prisoner 7"Let go of me, dammit!" Romano screamed, kicking and howling curses and threats as Alfred threw him into an empty room, quickly shutting the door before he could crawl off the floor where he was thrown. He had woken up as the American moved him out of his tight embrace so he could put him in the room. But, when he found he was no longer in Spain's safe arms, he yelled and tried his best to get away from his former playmate, but to no avail.Spains Prisoner 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once it was locked, Alfred went back over to Arthur, trying his best to ignore the yelling that continued through the oak door and kicks that sent annoying bangs through the cabin they had settled into.
"Do not look so worried, my love. I promise you, this will help us and our countries. We aren't going to hurt the boy as long as we stay here. We're just steering Spain into the right direction." Arthur cooed to him softly, not fazed at all from the commotion and ran one gloved hand through the caramel hair of his underling. He pushed himself forward
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You reminisced the old times you used to have with Mathew. One, you remembered so clearly. Taking a card out of Mathew's hand, you laughed and asked him, ''what's this Mathew? They look so cute in these little cards!'' He blushed in embarrassment. ''G-give me that back! It's mine!'' he said taking it away from your fingers. ''Can you teach me about this?'' you asked.
''Teach you about pokemon?'' he asked. ''Yeah! It looks very interesting Mathew!''
He blushed in embarrassment and averted his eyes to the ground. ''I've never heard anyone say that before they just laugh at me when they notice me, and most of the time they never even notice me .'' He looked as if he was about to cry. You leaned down to hug him. ''Well I noticed you, didn't I?'' you smiled at him. ''y-yeah .'' He said
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You sat peacefully reading your favorite book. Suddenly a tall man came to sit down next to you. You sat and waited peacefully for your ride home. ''Oh, hello there. How are you?'' you greeted him. ''I am good'' he said in a Russian accent. He sat there smiling. For a while, you felt uneasy about reading while he was there; in your opinion it seemed quite rude. You finally held your spot and closed your book. ''My name's __________, what's yours?''
''Ah I am Ivan Braginski'' You sat still for quite a while, finally you came up with the casual statement: ''So it's quite cold today'' you smiled. ''Oh yes, but where I come from, it is normal there. So I get really used to it.'' You favored his accent and thought it made him quite cute. At that time, you decided to look at him.
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Angered and upset at Arthur's choice of his ways, you couldn't help but think about him. You sat on your bed, restless. It was about 12:00 in the morning and all you could possibly think about at that moment was him. Tears fell from your eyes at this frustration, ''did he not love me the way that I loved him? Was I not good enough?'' you asked yourself. You sighed as you thought of the events that had happened that day before.
He took hold of your hands that night. The wind was blistering cold, but you could feel a sort of warmth in his hands. He looked at you gently; on his face was no smile. ''I have something I have to tell you, would you listen to me dear?'' he asked calmly. Pondering a bit about it, you nodded your head. He pointed to the moon and the stars, ''there are many stars in the sky'' he started, ''there are som
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You slowly took the hand of your significant other and walked home with him. He had shiny whitish-blonde hair and his eyes were a beautiful red. You leaned in closer to him and hugged him while you walked. You felt very comfortable with Gilbert. He was the most sincere guy and would never do anything to harm you. You felt his heart pumping faster but you couldn't care much. You loved him for whoever he was. Even though he was self-full and would talk about himself a lot, you thought it was cute for him.
''Hey Gilbert ?'' you called out his name sweetly. The sky was dark and the sun had already set. You both continued walking as he answered, ''yeah?''
''Do you love me?'' you asked him. ''Yeah, of course . Why wouldn't I?'' he laughed at his joke. You felt more comfortable at his wo
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Hiding behind a tree, you held a wrapped present behind your back smiling. Peeking over to a smiling man sitting on a bench gazing up at the skies, your cheeks became rosy. You suddenly made your move and began to rush up to him from behind, firmly holding the present in your right hand. You covered over his eyes and laughed. ''Guess who'' you stated with a giggle. ''hmm let's see nope, I don't know. I can't guess, tell me who'' he laughed. ''No, you have to guess silly'' you smiled. '' Let me guess it's well it sounds like a really beautiful woman'' he held your hands that covered his eyes. ''I have something for you'' you said in a sing-song tone. ''for me? It's not even my birthday mi amiga'' you handed him the present. ''Open it whenever you like'' you sat next to him. ''Well'' he pla
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Fixing the headpiece of your maid's outfit, you looked at the mirror at your face. ''I wonder why I'm so ugly '' you sighed. Glancing to your right, you saw fellow maids working at the world's meeting hall. Catching a glimpse of their faces, you saw that most of them had makeup on and sighed once again. ''I will never wear makeup not even for this ''
After setting up the tables, you heard footsteps and chatting of the men as they arrived. ''Oh my, what fancy meeting you two here'' states a man with a British accent. You looked up from the table and saw that it was a man with short, shaggy blonde hair with thick eyebrows. You remembered him as Arthur Kirkland. He began to chat with two maids that stood in his way. ''Hi Mr. Kirkland!'' they greeted loudly, giggling. They clung on to his arms, making his face burn red.
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Yesterday, you met a tall, quiet man. He seemed very stern and serious and never seemed to talk. You saw him carrying Antonio who seemed to only be wearing a jacket and boxers. You laughed at the thought of it and tried to start a conversation with your new friend. However, despite of all this, you still could not figure out his name. You tried asking your friend Bella, but she was really busy. You also tried to ask Antonio, but he changed the subject from being his name, to how they first met. You sighed as you woke up this morning, I wonder why I can't get him out of my head, you thought. You washed your face and quickly got dressed to go and meet your new friend again. Today, you were trying to hang out with him to get to know his name.
You walked the neighborhood and passed Antonio's house just to see if your new friend visited him, bu
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Looking at the paper in your hand, you thought about what to choose as a language class. ''Spanish, French, or Italian'', you thought. ''I wonder if Spanish is easy '' you thought about it for a moment and decided on your class. ''I'm not all that interested in the other classes so I'll have to take Spanish '' you sighed.
''Okay class, I have a guest here who will be helping me teach you Spanish'' states the teacher. ''Everyone meet Antonio'' she smiled brightly at him. ''He's not that older than the rest of you'' she exclaims. ''Okay class, the first thing we need to learn are greetings'' she wrote on the board the words: ''Hola, ¿Cómo estás?''. ''This means, Hello or Hi. How are you doing? Or how are you?'' Writing down notes in your book, you couldn't resist but to stare at Antonio. He smiled and waved
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Pulling at your collar, your face flooded red as soon as you saw him pass by with his friends. ''Lukas'' you remembered his name. You smiled when you saw his face, so nonchalant and carefree. Since the first day of school, you've fallen in love with him. It's a shame that he hardly talks to you, nonetheless knows you. As the school bell rang, you went to your next class, the thought of Lukas never leaving your brain. As you took a seat, you didn't realize anything. Beginning to pick out your supplies on your desk, you accidentally dropped your pencil. Bending over to give pick it up, Lukas tapped you on the shoulder and gave you it. Your face flushed red as you saw his eyes. ''T-thank you'' you said, rather softly.
As the class began, you began to act more nervous. ''H-he's sitting right next to me !'' y
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You looked around and saw many people dressed in fancy clothing and looked their very best. ''Why are you guys so fancied up?'' you asked suddenly. ''it's your birthday'' replied Arthur. He was fixing his tie and adjusted his suit. ''We all should dress properly, isn't that what you wanted a couple of weeks ago?'' he asked looking at your face. You sighed, for you knew it was true. You wished, weeks before your birthday, for a party where everyone dressed nice. You thought it cool after watching a bridal movie. ''It'll feel like I'm a princess! The fancy people, the fancy food, all I need on that day is a fancy boy to celebrate it with!'' you exclaimed. You were highly excited for your birthday.
Today, it'd been your birthday and everyone knew about your wish. You felt kind of foolish for wishing for this.
Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!RomanoSo let's back up. Hmm let's say, around three months earlier. Yeah, that's about right. May, I believe. Well, more like the end of May. Summer was just around the corner and the sun was definitely showing it.Caught In a Shit Storm part 2: SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Okay, look. I don't mind the sun. I really don't. In fact, I think it's pretty damn nice. But when it beats down on your fucking head all day, it can give you an eye twitch. Especially when you're out in the fields picking some tomatoes with none other than the infamous tomato bastard himself.
Hey, on the bright side, it gives me an excuse to eat the extremely delicious fruit. When the idiota isn't looking, I take huge bites out of the tomatoes that I pick, especially if they're extremely red and big. They're just so delicious! I can't help it. If something looks that appetizing, they're meant to be eaten on the spot. I'm not taking all this bullshit about properly cleaning or cutting or whatever the crapola Antonio spews out of his always smiling lips. Even as a little kid (
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No, I'm talking about those barbaric, mutated "I'm going to rip your guts out and eat your entrails" kind of screams. And I'm referring to the whole shebang. Growling, and chanting, and running around with a huge pickaxe. Okay, not really, but you get the idea.
So yeah, that's how I feel right now. I am literally doused with fiery hatred for the fucking tomato bastard, and my oh-so-perfect, talented, annoying-as-fuck sister. But then again, I should've seen this coming. I mean, I hate to admit it, but let's look at the facts here.
Who's richer, with all that pretty architecture, and renaissance shit? Feliciana.
Who did Grandpa Rome favor because of her ab
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"Hey West, are you going or not?" Prussia asked from the couch, not bothering to take his eyes off from the TV screen, his thumbs moving rapidly over the PS3 controller buttons.
"Aww, FUCK!" The albino burst out, having the sudden urge to hurl the controller straight at the damn screen. "Those fucking zombies are fucking with my awesomeness!"
Germany's eye twitched in irritation, his fingers tightening around the beer bottle. He didn't want to answer Prussia's question. He was still unsure if he wanted to actually go or not. The thought filled him with such violent conflicting emotions, that he had no choice but to bring out the alcohol. But it wasn't really helping. And neither was Prussia.
"Hey, earth to West! Are you going tonight or not?" Prussia asked again, shifting his position on the couch to look back at his brother. The albino laughed at the blonde's distressed appearance. "Kesesese, West, don't pop a vein."
"Ack! Mein Gott, Prussia! Vhy don't YOU just go by yourse
Caught In A Shitstorm part 6 - SpainXfem!RomanoGilbert Beilschmidt was never one to really care about others' relationships. Hell, he never even bothered to bat an eyelash. He would make his sexual comments, tease for a bit, and then just back off. Especially when it came to his two best friends: Francis and Antonio. The trio has had a number of flings throughout their many years of existence before, but each only ever had one, MAYBE two serious relationships.Caught In A Shitstorm part 6 - SpainXfem!Romano in Romance More Like This
Except for Gilbert, of course. His heart belonged to Elizaveta, and ONLY Elizaveta. He wasn't COMPLETELY stupid; he knew that hell would freeze over before she would ever yearn for him. But the albino never gave up. He wanted her to realize that he'd been there all along. That even though they were rivals, he could never bring himself to hurt her, that he bandaged her wounds without a word, that he was the first one to realize that she was a girl, that he willingly backed away when she said that her heart belonged to Roderich.
But whatever. The day would come. SOME day.
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Actually, that wasn't even a mind fuck. That was a fucking MIND ANNIHALATION.
What the hell just happened?
Did he really and did I seriously and Antonio he .
I don't even know.
Alright. Calm down, Lovina. Just take a deep breath and ignore the fact that your shared a kiss with the albino potato bastard on your bed, and that it was actually pretty nice, and that the tomato bastard, himself, witnessed the whole thing SHIT!
And now, here I am, sitting on my bed, my hair a mess, my jaw hanging open like a fucking idiot, and there, at my doorway, is Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.
And let me tell you something, dearies.
He didn't look very happy. Nope. Not one bit.
His green eyes were expressionless, his jaw was rigid, and he was gripping the doorframe in a way that suggested that he was ready for cold-blooded murder.
So, what the hell am I supposed to do?
Now would be a good time for some help, peoples.
HetaOni: HeroIt was too late. I could feel it wash over me. The pain was too great unbearable to the point where I could barely breathe anymore. It was silent. Way too silent. I let out a sigh. I knew that they had stopped breathing moments ago, but it still hurt. It hurt so much to the point where I could barely think straight. Yet, I was okay with it. Because you know what? It's my time as well. I feel it creeping up on me: in strange numbing sensation that was overtaking my body, in the blood that was slowly being drained from my body, in the strange black spots that were coating my visionHetaOni: Hero in Horror More Like This
The walls were red. The floor was red. Splattered. Scarlet. Unending.
And I'm okay with that.
It's bound to happen.
I just never thought that it would end like this. I never thought that I'd die as a human. But I guess England was right. He always told me as a kid that the world works in strange ways. Even if we're nations, we have to go along with the cycle of the strange world.
And that's wha
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It's hopeless. I know that it's happening again.
I will lose them all. I will watch them fall one by one, watch as the walls splatter with red crimson, watch as the lights leave their eyes
I won't let it happen. Not this time.
But what can I do? Everything I've tried was fruitless. Every single time, at least one person dies. Just when things seem to be going right when they are so close so very close, someone falls.
I bite my trembling lip as the tears spill from my stinging eyes. I sit on the wooden floor, my legs weak, and my body aching. Dark blood stains my clothing and drips on to the floor the constant sound of the drops hitting the wood taunting me..
It's not my blood.
It's way too silent here.
The shadows dance around the corne
HetaCaliga Part IVPrussia came up with a wild explanation as to why they were allowing the "commoners" into the palace. Germany would rather not repeat it. Even the poor servants and guards looked mentally scarred. The five planned to come back here, ask around for basic provisions, as well as directions to Rugaska, and then head out right away to save time. They didn't necessarily want to find themselves in the middle of the road when night fell.HetaCaliga Part IV in Romance More Like This
However, all Germany wanted to do once he was inside the castle was to take this ridiculous clothing off. He was sweating under the thick red cloak, the tights seemed to be getting tighter and tighter, the shoes were hurting his feet, and the crown kept slipping over his forehead and into his eyes. Daisy also complained about her attire, saying that she couldn't walk two steps without tripping over the hem of her dress.
However, Prussia insisted that if they take off these clothes and change into peasant's clothes, the guards at Rugaska may not permit them to
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Germany winced, his head pounding uncontrollably as he squeezed his eyes against the sun. That damn sun! Why the fuck was it so bright, dammit? Germany wanted nothing more than to take a huge machine gun and shoot at the stupid golden monstrosity.
And his stupid ass of a brother wasn't helping matters. After the God-awful events involving Italy yesterday, Germany immediately called Prussia, who was more than happy to accompany his brother to a bar and have a drink. Although, even the albino nation had to admit that he was a bit taken aback by his younger brother's alcohol binge. Germany drank beer after beer, shot after shot of God knows what, slamming the small shot glass on the table with so much force that he shattered a few of them.
The bartender looked scared out of his mind.
Prussia would never admit it out loud, but he actually felt sad. He had to endure his brother's drunken rambles all night. And t
HetaCaliga Part IIIDaisy looked into her sister's face. A sense of relief welled up within her, starting at the pit of her stomach and then clawing its way to her chest. Yet, she was taken aback by her sister's appearance. Her usual headband was gone, leaving her long dark wavy hair to fall freely around her face. Her tan face was coated with what looked like dust and soot. She wore a ripped shirt that was comparable to a dirty rag.HetaCaliga Part III in Romance More Like This
And she didn't have shoes.
Of course, being Katarina Vargas, or as most would call her, Romana-Ital y (with the exception of Daisy and Isabel), she looked absolutely pissed off. Nothing new there.
Daisy flung herself at her sister without another thought and threw her arms around her neck. She buried her face in her shoulder and cried out, "Sorella!"
"Merda! Get your hands off me, you pasta-loving idiota!" Katarina cried out as she struggled to detach herself from her sister. But Daisy just smiled and kept her arms around her. She was so glad that she was okay and comple
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Antonio would never forget the moment when he first laid eyes on him. His amber orbs, his dark brown hair, that frown and visible pout that proved to him that he didn't want to be here. But of course, moving to a new area was a little daunting; Antonio knew that from personal experience. He had moved to California from Spain a year before and if he was going to be honest, it took him a while to adjust and get used to the change. It was scary at first, but his two best friends- Gilbert and Francis- helped him through it. He met them at school and ever since they had been inseparable and that first day they had acted like they had known each other for years.
And that was why Antonio was now walking across the street to the house opposite his own with a bright smile. It was always good to have a friend, right? He approached the other brunette and extended his hand, that smile always remaining and he said, "Hola! I'm Antonio! I live across the street.
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The late evening light reflected off the ocean's too blue surface and the sun was slowly setting behind the horizon in the distance. The golden sand beneath him was soft to the touch and no longer warm, and the cool evening breeze whipped through his dark locks softly. Tourists bustled around him, talking amongst themselves and smiling happily as they enjoyed the Spanish evening. Despite the beautiful scenery around him, Lovino's frown remained. He looked out at the ocean, watching the small shape of a cruise ship sail along the horizon in the distance. He sighed a little and adjusted his position on the sand; he would never admit it but he rather liked Antonio's beaches. Lovino tore his eyes away from the water and averted them downwards as he moved his hand to cup a small amount of sand. He watched it slip through his fingertips silently as he wondered what was taking that tomato bastard so long.
Lovino was taking a holiday; a much deserved holiday at that. For once, his
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The world meetings were always boring and not nearly awesome enough for him to even care, yet he still insisted in going along. Prussia sighed when he arrived home from the latest meeting, tired and slightly annoyed. Of course, the ex-nation didn't have to go to these meetings but he went anyway so he could annoy the other countries.
Germany had decided to leave with Italy that afternoon so Prussia had the house to himself. He hung his jacket up on the hanger by the door and walked straight into the kitchen and grabbed himself a cold beer from the fridge. Savouring the taste, he smiled to himself and allowed himself to relax as he took another swig then walked into the living room. This cold beer and a few hours on the X-Box should be enough to make him feel relaxed, right?
However, he was not expecting to find another person sitting on the couch.
Wearing next to nothing, might I add.
Prussia spat out his beer in shock and his crimso
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Lovino remembered the day he met Antonio. It was an accident really. If he hadn't have stayed those extra ten minutes at Feliciano's apartment then he never would have seen him.
Those bright green eyes and that cheerful smile were the first things he noticed when Antonio walked into the room (he was visiting with the potato bastard's brother). He didn't make a move to speak to him, even when they were introduced. Lovino had regarded him with a slightly bored expression and he had turned away and became very interested in his phone. He had failed to notice that Antonio had been constantly looking over to him as the rest of the friends began their conversation.
He remembered when he had been idly playing on one of the apps on his phone when he noticed someone sit beside him. He glanced up at the smiling Spaniard next to him and he snapped, "What?"
"Hola! I'm Antonio!"
"Excuse me while I find the fuck I'm supposed to give."
Antonio either didn't notice the clear sarcas
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"God fucking damn it," Lovino cursed. He knew he had to venture outside but he really didn't want to.
Lovino looked over at his room mate, Antonio, and scowled, "It's fucking raining."
"I like the rain! It makes the tomatoes grow!" Antonio beamed. Lovino rolled his eyes, knowing that the Spaniard would say something like that. The nickname 'tomato bastard' wasn't given without a reason, you know.
"You'll fucking turn into a tomato if you continue eating so many," Lovino stated and got himself comfortable on the couch. Antonio beamed, "So will you!"
"I don't like tomatoes," Lovino said as he picked up his tomato-decorated coffee mug. Antonio merely nodded, "Sure you don't."
Lovino merely huffed
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You saw the way he looked at you, and to be honest you didn't know if you should be flattered or horrified. Francis always seemed to shoot you looks across the meeting table- winks, smirks, he'd kiss his hand and 'blow' the kiss towards you and he'd even make 'kissy faces' at you when he knew you were looking.
To be honest, the attention was great and all, but you knew of the French nation's reputation and you didn't really want to be another name on his long list of people he'd slept with.
You had more pride than that, therefore you weren't going to let him win.
Or at least... you were trying.
"Ma cherie, accept this rose as a token of my affections!" Francis smiled, holding the rose towards you. You looked at the rose with a flat expression before replying, "No thanks, I don't know where it's been..."
You were painfully aware of where roses seemed to be located on Francis' body...
The Frenchman's eyes widened, then he grasped the area near his heart and gasped, "Oh,
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The shift at the pizza restaurant was going too slow for Lovino's liking. He sighed and glanced at the time; not even an hour had passed yet and he just couldn't wait for his shift to end so he could get home.
It was boring; the place wasn't even busy and he had nothing to do. It was a Friday night and he didn't understand where everyone was. Then again, in his opinion, this place wasn't the best place in the world. He, personally, would never bring a girl here on a date. It was just he shuddered a little at the thought.
He heard voices outside the restaurant and he glanced up to see who had dared approach this dire location. Three males stood outside the building; one with wavy blond hair, one with an egotistical smirk and red eyes and the last male was tanned with green eyes. Lovino just rolled his eyes; probably friends coming home from a drunken night out and wanting pizza after wards. Great.
He heard arguing outside. The red-eyed male was declaring someth
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He had tried to sleep, really he did. Of course he knew it would be difficult... but honestly, he didn't know it would be this hard.
Every time he closed his eyes he was plagued with visions of his brother hurt or worse. Every time he would encounter these visions, his eyes would snap open and he would stare into the darkness of the room for what felt like hours, attempting to calm his beating heart.
If he listened close enough, he could hear the voices of the three vampires in the room beside his own. If he listened hard enough he could make out snippets of the conversation... and it didn't look good. From what he could make out, none of the other males seemed to know what to do.
Lovino hated it. He hated the waiting, he hated not knowing anything. He hated everything that was happening and he wished he could just turn back the time and make everything go back to how it w
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He'd say he didn't care. He'd say that he wouldn't miss the Spanish nation if he was ever asked if he would. He said that he would be perfectly fine alone during that time. He said that he could cope without him.
And he was... for a day or two at least. Lovino loved the freedom of doing whatever he wanted whenever he was alone. There was no Spain to boss him around. There was no Spain to tell him what he could and could not do, to tell him where he could and could not go. No Spain to tell him he shouldn't eat too many tomatoes or he will be sick, no Spain to tell him when he should go to bed. No Spain to tell him to do his chores. No Spain to tell him to stop being lazy and help out once in a while.
This freedom was something that Lovino enjoyed for a while... but soon the small nation f
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Halloween was an interesting experience for Lovino. He never thought he would spend the majority of the evening cooped up in a tiny closet with a vampire who wanted nothing more than to suck his blood and make out.
Lovino, of course, was still trying to get his thoughts together. He wanted Antonio and he wanted him bad. He wanted him so much that it actually hurt; whenever he was away from him all he could think about was how handsome he looked and how he had always looked out for him since day one. Lovino was still afraid, though... he didn't want to display any affection; especially in public for the fear of someone he knew seeing.
It was hard, keeping this all bottled up. Antonio, even though he had tried to hold his hand while he walked him to work, or tried to steal a kiss whenever he said goodbye, knew Lovino was just scared. But now, perhaps it was time for him to f
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It's actually the other way around. When a man has a child, it brings out the boy in him that hasn't been there for a long time.
I see it in Antonio. Usually he's so composed, but around her, he's completely the opposite. Instead he makes mistakes to make her laugh, and says ridiculous things to make her smile. There's a playfulness in him that I never saw before she was born. Around her, he sort of glows. Not that he didn't before. It's just that now, it's so much more obvious and permanent.
So when I happen to see them in the kitchen, and catch Antonio dropping something just so that she'll giggle and chastise him, I can't help but smile a little. He's got a handful of cherry tomatoes that he can't seem to carry properly, and they keep slipping from his fingers into her lap. Then his eyes widen at his mistake, and he apologizes as if he's just committed murder, and she pats him on the head and tells him it's okay. And he let's out
Spamano: MorningsThe early light shone through the blinds into a spacious master bedroom, making stripes of gold across a snow-colored mattress. The clock dimly read 10:21 am, but in the bright light, the digital numbers were faded, unimportant. The room had a lazy feel to it, as if the flood of buttery sunshine was actually tangible, hindering movement.Spamano: Mornings in Romance More Like This
The bed held two dozing bodies. The larger one, a tanned, finely muscled Spanish man, lay curled loosely on his side, hands around the smaller man's waist. The latter had chestnut hair, and a single stray curl that rose and fell as he breathed. Every once in a while, he would roll irritably in his sleep and press himself closer into the Spaniard.
Antonio yawned, opening his eyes to the morning. He dimly thought that he must have overslept a little, but he hadn't much to do anyways. And he was so comfortable
He looked down at the man in his arms and smiled. Lovino smelled like everything he loved: the tomatoes he ate constantly, the gr
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I coughed back a gasp at the sudden thought. But it it was true, wasn't it? He'd been gone for so long. Hundreds and hundreds of years, I'd waited for him to come back to me. If he was still out there somewhere, it wouldn't have taken him that long to find me. Right?
I had to move on.
The idea terrified me. My entire life I'd spent just yearning for him; that was how I lived. Eat breakfast. Holy Rome. Go to work. Holy Rome. Crawl into bed alone, every single night Holy Rome. I didn't know how to live any other way. Was it even possible? I struggled to remember a time when he hadn't grazed my every thought.
God. Holy Rome not coming home? The thought had never even occurred to me. I looked back now on all that time I'd wasted on that beautiful boy. I'd closed myself off, hadn't I? I saw that now. I must have hurt so many people. My brother came to mind He deserved someone better than I had been, didn't he?
I deserved better, too. I couldn't l
Spamano: Park"It's beautiful out, isn't it?"Spamano: Park in General Fiction More Like This
Lovino had to agree. The September air had begun to transform the nearby oaks into various shades of gold and auburn, and soft breeze was tugging them back and forth, causing them to every so often emit little patches of vermillion into the autumn sky. The day was made even more beautiful by the grinning, green-eyed Spaniard sitting beside him on the park bench. Antonio had an arm resting around his shoulder, and Lovino permitted himself to rest his head ever so slightly against Antonio's. But only because he knew Antonio would be sad if he didn't. It wasn't like he enjoyed it.
"It isn't going to be for long. Winter's coming fast this year," Lovino said, looking up into the sky. Clouds were gradually collecting on the horizon.
"It is a bit chilly out " Antonio agreed. Both of them were wearing coats of medium thickness to fend off the cool gusts of wind.
Lovino scowled. He hated the cold.
As if reading his mind, Antonio leaned over and pulled
Spamano: Valentine's DayWarning: really really strong language (this is Romano guys) and sexual referencesSpamano: Valentine's Day in General Fiction More Like This
I hate Valentine's Day.
It's just a god-awful holiday that happy people invented to make everybody else feel bad about themselves. It's just a day where all the lonely people get pounded down their throats that nobody in the world wants them. But don't think you're safe when you've actually got someone - now there's a whole crapload of expectations put on the both of you to make the day "romantic" and "special" and "perfect."
Which it won't be.
Cause it's a fucking crappy holiday.
And just when I finally had someone who might make me feel a little less miserable, stupid Antonio's idiot boss decided to send him on a fucking business trip. On fucking Valentine's Day. Right after his birthday too, so we hardly had any time to celebrate.
Not that we didn't stay up all night anyways.
The only plans I had that day were with my brother. Or should I say the disgusting, writhing mass that would be my b
PruAus: The Timpani RollRoderich was in his happy place.PruAus: The Timpani Roll in General Fiction More Like This
For him, there was truly no better place than standing on the podium and guiding that little baton with his fingertips. There was no better feeling than knowing that some fifty people were before him, adhering to his every command and executing them with perfection. Nothing made him feel more magical than the sound of an entire orchestra, perfectly together, perfectly in tune, perfectly following his rhythm. It made him absolutely euphoric.
The only thing that would make it better would be to have an audience. But in a week he'd have one; for now he settled for rehearsal.
His orchestra was just reaching the climax of their piece. So far it'd gone flawlessly; the part that the celli normally played out of tune had actually flowed perfectly, and the brass section was at just the right volume. It was a hard song that he'd been working with them on for weeks. Roderich was very pleased.
They'd reached the most exciting point, where the instruments got
Spamano: A NameWith the birth of their first daughter came the agonizing choice: What to name her?Spamano: A Name in General Fiction More Like This
Antonio made lists and lists of beautiful Spanish names for Lovino to choose from, but he rejected them all. None fit her exactly right. They needed something that was magnificent enough to portray their daughter, but not so flowery that it made her sound like something served on a platter.
It wasn't until after she was born when Antonio and Lovino agreed on a name that they deemed perfect: Feliciana.
Feliciano, her god-father, said he had never been more flattered.
New Year's Hetalia Style"Okay Italy You go first."New Year's Hetalia Style in General Fiction More Like This
Italy and Germany sat across from each other at Germany's small kitchen table. For the first time in a long time, Germany had company on New Year's eve. Secretly, there was no one he'd rather be spending the holiday with. He was equally glad that Japan had been busy, so that there was no one else there to divert the Italian's attention.
Between them on the table was a glass of ice cold water and a bowl of molten metal. According to German tradition, you were to pour one drop of the metal into the water, and whatever shape it became was a prediction of your future. Germany hadn't done it since he was a very small child, but he wanted to do something to occupy Italy.
Italy took the bowl in gloved hands and poured a drop from it into the water. They both watched intently as the grey liquid morphed around.
"It's a boat, I think," Italy said, fascinated.
"Gut, zhat means you'll travel," Germany said, although he couldn't make out a boat in the blob Italy was
DenNor: Forgotten Part 2It's sunny, the day it happens. Chilly, yes - it always is where we live. But the sunlight is refracting off the ice, brightening our bedroom.DenNor: Forgotten Part 2 in General Fiction More Like This
Lukas is on the left side of our bed, with his back to me. His hair is splayed out slightly on his pillow
"Lukas," I say quietly. He's not a morning person, so I've long since learned that I need to be careful when waking him. But instead of telling me to please shut up, he doesn't react.
I cautiously reach out a hand to shake him awake. But when my fingers brush him, I recoil.
His skin is cold to the touch.
"Lukas?" I say again, alarmed. Again he doesn't respond, and for the first time I notice he's scarcely breathing.
Too shaken to touch him again, I untangle myself from our covers and walk over to his side of the bed.
He's lying there with his eyes open, unblinking and unfocused. They're staring blankly at the wall, and when I kneel in front of him, they give no sign of having seen me.
"Lukas?" I ask one more time, reaching out and
Dennor: ForgottenLukas is losing his mind.Dennor: Forgotten in General Fiction More Like This
It isn't something he admits to anyone. He hardly admits it to himself. I know if he had his way I wouldn't know either, but you can't spend that much time with someone and not notice something like that. And besides, someone needs understand him.
It's mostly the hallucinations.
They aren't like normal ones, that happen along with real life. Instead, Lukas's consciousness freezes in time. And in a single moment, hours pass in his mind, in which anything can happen. He tells me they're indistinguishable from real life.
The clocks stop, he says. But I hardly pay attention to the clocks.
It's terrifying, when he comes back from one of the visions, and suddenly he recollects things I've done that I have no way of explaining. One night we were lying together, and it was nice and quiet, the way he likes it. And then without warning he screamed, and shoved me off of him, and yelled at me to stay away. To keep my hands off of him.
It took me two hours to convince him
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14Finally, around 6:00, the party had just started. Feliciano was extremely happy and smiling the biggest grin ever while his brother just stood over by the fireplace, sipping some hot choclate with Florinda, Alfred, Arthur, and Ludwig. Antonio was playing poker with Vash and Roderich and winning. Lovino looked over at his Spanish lover and smiled. Moments later, he turned back around to continue talking to the others. Ludwig noticed his brother hanging around the eggnog bowl, looking around and digging in his coat. The blonde German turned to the others.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 14 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'll be right back."
He made his way over to Gilbert and grabbed his arm.
"Bruder, what are you doing?"
"West! H-Hey you scared me. What's up?"
"The booze, give it."
"Come on, West. Everybody loves Uncle Gil's 'special' eggnog."
He grabbed the bottle out of brother's hand and poured it down the sink.
"I hate you West!"
"You love me."
Ludwig walked over to Feliciano instead of going back to the others. Th
SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 When morning came, Feliciano was in his own room ( because Ludwig carried him there) and Lovino asleep in Antonio's arms once again. The older man woke up first, watching his lover sleep a while longer. He sighed and thought about him and Lovino, that if Lovino really loved him or just liked him a lot. Antonio was almost afraid to ask him, worrying that he might hate him. Moments later, the small Italian rolled over and noticed Antonio staring at him.SpaMano - Mafia - Chapter 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Well, buenos dias to you too."
Lovino cuddled up with the Spanish man, not wanting to move. Antonio swallowed his pride and spoke up.
"I have to ask you something. It's kinda been bothering me since last night."
"What might that be?"
"Do you...really like me?"
"Si, si. Now, think really hard about this. Do you love me?"
Lovino froze, the man's words playing over and over again in his mind. He couldn't really think what to say. Antonio got slightly worried at Lovino's silence.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6The very next morning, Veneziano silently walked into his twin's room. He smiled when he saw him asleep in the Spanish man's arms. The young Italian poked his older brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano sleeply rolled over to face his brother, yawning as he did. Moments later, Spain woke up smiling at Romano.
They shared a small good morning kiss and Veneziano's smile grew, if that was possible.
"Morning guys! Fratello, after yesterday I want you to stay in here and rest today."
"No 'buts', you're sore and I don't want you to put any stress on your body."
"What about all the paperwork?"
"Me and Ludwig will handle it."
"Alright, fine. At least Ludwig is helping, I don't wanna say it but he's really smart..."
"I'll be back to check on you later, Fratello!"
Veneziano cheerfully stated, kissed Romano's cheek and started to skip away saying something to Spain on his way out.
"You keep an eye on him, Spain!"
Romano wiped his cheekoff in
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13Once the couple reached Italy, they walked inside holding hands. Lovino was wearing a huge smile on his face. When the rest of the mafia noticed them, they all stood up looking at them with curious faces. Feliciano jumped over to his brother.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 13 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We are now officially out of debt!"
The younger Italian smiled and hugged his older twin. Lovino eventually let go of his younger brother and turned to Antonio.
"It's all thanks to you, Spain. We don't have to seperated now.''
Lovino hugged the Spanish man tightly with a few tears falling.
Antonio just smiles while the rest of the mafia clapped and cheered on the Spanish man's behalf. Alfred shoved his hands in his pockets.
They all turned around to face the American.
"It's Christmas Eve. This could count as Spain's present to us, right?"
England stepped up and held Alfred's hand.
"Of course, you git."
The Italian twins spoke in unison.
One by one, everybody came up to Antonio. Thanking him and huggi
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12Within minutes, everybody was down in the meeting room, talking to each other to try to figure out what the big emergency is. Lovino and Feliciano took their seat, looking at their curious Mafia. Antonio and Ludwig were curious as well. Alfred sat up, eyeing Lovino.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 12 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's the deal, Boss?"
The older Italian looked at his brother, then back at everybody else and sighed.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are in serious trouble. We are currently $30,000 in debt, without paying it back we end up in jail. All of us. I know you're thinking 'No problem, you just have to pay it back', thing is, we can't. We don't have the money to pay it back."
Antonio's eyes widened and noticed pure sadness and a few tears falling from Lovino.
"As for me and Veneziano...we'll be killed for being in charge... It has been fun, all of you made this Mafia happen not me and Veneziano... You all are amazing, and we'll never see each other again... I'm sorry..."
Alfred stood and slammed his hands on the table.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 Later on that night, the storm was already progessing. Lovino sat on the windowsill of his bedroom window, just gazing at the sight. Antonio, sitting on the bed, gazing at Lovino. The young Italian let out a sigh and walked over to sit next to his Spanish lover. Antonio smiled and kissed Lovino's cheek. The Italian smiled a little and glared the older man.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"The storm's getting worse. I just hope we don't lose po-"
The Italian was cut off by a loud crash of thunder and all the lights in the building cutting off.
Lovino crossed his arms and sat there in almost pitch darkness. All of a sudden his bedroom door flew open.
Lovino was tackled by his obviously terrified twin. Feliciano buried his face in his older brother's chest, letting a few tears fall.
"F-Fratello.... I-I'm scared...."
Ludwig walked in shortly after, sitting next to the Italians.
"Feliciano, it's alright...."
The younger Italian remained silent.
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9Later on, around noon or so, Lovino was back in is office, working constantly again. His cheery twin was running to a few places for him with Ludwig and Gilbert. Lovino let out a sigh and noticed Belgium at the door.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 9 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yes, what is it?"
"Um... Mr.Wang is on the line he wants to speak with you..."
The Italian stopped working and picked up the phone smiling.
"Ni hao, Lovino. How have you been, aru?"
"Actually, not too great."
"Oh, why? What happened?"
"A certain Russian we know beat the hell outta me and I've been out of it for a couple days."
"Ouch. Been there, done that. Ivan's always been that way, aru."
"Anything I can do?"
"Well, he'll listen to you. Keep him out of Italy, okay?"
"Sure thing. Of course my sadist Russian love will listen to me."
"I can't believe you're still with him...Anyhow, was there and particular reason you called?"
"Ummm....Oh! I have a flight in a few hours. I'm coming for visit. There's something I have to discuss with you in person."
"Oh, really? A
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10Bright and early the very next morning, Lovino had just woken up and already back to work. His younger twin came in shortly after, yawning and rubbing his sleepy eyes.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 10 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Feliciano nodded and took a seat next to his bust brother, humming an up-beat tune of a familiar song. Lovino was going to stop him, but thought against it since he quite enjoyed that song. An hour and a hal;f flew by and it was now 10:45 in the morning. Soon, Lovino's paperwork and Feliciano's humming were brought to a stop when they heared a familiar voice at the door.
They looked up and Lovino tilted his head to the side.
"Yao? Aren't you here a little early?"
"Meh...I figured the earlier the better."
The older Italian crossed his arms and offered the older, yet smaller, Chinese man a seat.
"So, what would you like to discuss?"
Lovino had a feeling on which way this was heading.
"Well, I was talking to my sweet R
SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 5 Romano looked away.SpaMano Mafia - Chapter 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I did it b-because....I-I...."
"You can tell me."
"I'd rather not."
Spain gave Romano and innocent look and he fell victim for it.
"Because I-I kinda like you..."
Spain smiled, his fingers still intertwined with the Italian's.
"I knew you did. You never actually acted like you hated me, so I just thought you didn't."
Romano looked back over at the Spanish man.
"Do you hate me?"
"Of course not! I really like you."
The small Italian blushed and sat up in his bed. He leaned forward and hugged the older man.
"I never thought anybody besides my brother liked me. After I yelled at you, I was so afraid you'd hate me."
"I can't hate you. You're too adorable, especially when you sleep."
"You're such a creep."
They both smiled, then looked at each other still in each other's arms.
"You should smile more often, Romano. You're so cute."
Romano and Spain were still holding hands. Then the Italian spoke up,
HetaOni - GerIta"Italy..."HetaOni - GerIta in Drama More Like This
That name escaped everybody's lips. I never thought they'd miss me that much. I could see them, but they couldn't see me. They were all around my body. Spain was tearing up and Romano had already broken down, while everybody else was in shock and disbelief. Yet, I wasn't. I knew I was going to die, that thing was after me anyway. I'm just glad I was able to save everybody, especially Germany... I just didn't know where I was supposed to go. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, I saw that thing. Was he going to guide me to my friends?
"Is this the right way?"
He nodded, remaining completly silent. I unconciously started walking towards him.
I stopped and turned around to gaze into the pitch blackness.
"Hello? Is someone here with me?"
"That's not the right way Italy! He's trying to trick you."
His voice sounded so familiar, I know him from somewhere.
"Follow my voice, Italy. Don't go with him."
"Can I trust you?"
"Of course you can."
I wandered around
Spain. Without Romano 1 What was Spain doing? He was sitting beside Italy, talking it up with him. Both of them had big smiles on their faces and were enjoying themselves. Romano, however, was not. His shoulders were hunched and his chin was resting in his hand as he watched the two joyful nations. Spain had come here to see him, not Veneziano. They had been dating for two years now and currently, he wasn't getting a speck of attentionSpain. Without Romano 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It wasn't this bad at first. Before, Spain would pay a lot more attention to his Italian lover. But as time went on, Spain got more lenient and started paying less attention to him, and more to Veneziano. Romano didn't like this one bit. Spain was his. Why should he have to share him? Romano was getting more and more fed up with it. He wasn't sure how much more he could take. He felt that he could explode any second if things went any further between the Spaniard and his brother.
Spain. Without Romano 2 Spain stood there, mortified. He could not believe what he just heard. It took a few moments for it to sink in, but when it did, Spain broke. Tears began falling from his eyes, thought he wasn't aware of it. He was just stunned. The love of his life had broken up with him. He fell to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks. He tried to say something, but no words would come out of his mouth.Spain. Without Romano 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano found watching Spain break unbearable. He turned his head so that he wouldn't have to watch. He still loved the silly Spaniard, with all his heart, but Spain clearly did not love him as much as he loved him. "I think you better leave..." he said quietly.
Spain, suddenly brought back to life, looked up at Romano to see him looking away. "Romano... Please..." he said, standing back up and walking closer to him. "Please, don't do this. I love you, I really do!"
Spain. Without Romano 3 It didn't take long for Italy to place his brother at the dining table and fix him up a nice hot pasta dish. He placed the meal in front of his brother and sat down beside him. Romano picked up the fork and dug in. Italy was glad that his brother was eating. With what he knew of heartbroken people (mainly girls), they didn't really want to eat meals. Just stuff their faces with ice cream and chocolate.Spain. Without Romano 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Romano was half way through his pasta when Italy asked, "Do you want me to stay here tonight?"
He finished his mouthful of pasta then said, "What do you mean by that? Do you have plans or something?"
"Kinda. I said to Germany that I would spend the night at his place." Italy said, blushing slightly and looking down.
Romano raised his eyebrow at that. He didn't quite approve of his little brother's and Germany's relationship. He always blamed Germany for the changes that
Spain. Without Romano 4 Spain blinked a few times and sighed. He walked back over to the couch and sat in between France and Prussia again, with his arms crossed. "Alright. It had better be good. Otherwise I will kick you out. I'm really not in the mood for fun and games," he said in all seriousness.Spain. Without Romano 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"No funny business, I swear. Just hear me out," France said putting his arm around Spain's shoulders. "Alright, so you know I'm having a party this week, right?"
Spain thought a moment. "You mean your birthday on the fourteenth?"
France nodded. "That's right. It's going to be very big and extravagant with French cuisine, beautiful women, a delectable cake, candles, flowers and-"
He was cut off by a flick on the forehead by Prussia. "You're getting off track, dude."
"Oh, sorry. As I was saying," France continued, "part of the party will
Don't Say It -Part 1-"Hey! --------!"Don't Say It -Part 1- in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A clear high voice rang out from the grassy hill. Germany, who had been kneeling and staring at some wild flowers looked up and turned to see where the voice had come from.
Rang the voice again.
He scanned the grassy field behind him and soon saw a small girl dressed in a light green dress with a bright clean apron running towards him. She stopped in front of him, her reddish-brown hair slightly messy from running and a small curl sticking out from the left side of her head. She smiled at Germany.
"I'm so glad I found you, --------," she said happily.
It was strange. He knew the girl was saying his name, but for some reason it was muted out.
"What are you doing here?" the girl asked.
Suddenly, for some reason, he felt some heat rise up in his cheeks and his heart start beating a little faster. Germany was confused at these changes and wondered if perhaps it was because of the small child in front of him. But why would a person cause these changes?
Of Tomatoes and Love 2Once the Spaniard named Antonio was gone, the Englishman Arthur wasted no time in making himself a cup of tea and settling down in his favourite armchair. He slowly drank his tea and congratulated himself on a spell well done. Arthur liked these calm serene moments and it was one of the few times he actually smiled.Of Tomatoes and Love 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
But his happiness was short lived when his assistant, Alfred, came running into the room shouting Arthur's name over and over.
"What is it you git!?" the Englishman snapped at him.
"I think something went wrong with the spell " Alfred said.
"What do you mean?" Arthur asked, confused.
"Well, y'see, I was looking at the magic circle we used for that guy and I noticed something." Alfred said.
" Go on," the Englishman urged.
"When I looked closer I saw a bit of ketchup on it from the burger I ate earlier " Arthur's eyes widened. "And, uh, I think we created two existences instead of one "
Out In The Rain The hall was absolutely beautiful. The walls were a pure white with gold bordered squares every few feet with elegant red draperies in the corners of the room. The floor was a checker board and the people standing on it were like graceful players. The ceiling was high and arched of white and gold with a few chandeliers hanging, giving the room a lovely glow. The setting would have been perfect if not for the storm outside.Out In The Rain in Short Stories More Like This
Feliciano was stunned at this sight until his attention was pulled back to reality by Alfred, the host of the party. He was in the center of the hall, laughing loudly with his arm around the Englishman, Arthur Kirkland. Arthur didn't look very happy, so Alfred must have been making fun of him in some way. Feliciano couldn't blame him. Arthur's cooking sucked.
Alfred looked up and saw Feliciano standing in the entrance hall. "Hey! Feliciano, over here!" he called, waving frantica
Of Tomatoes and Love 1Long ago, there lived a Spaniard by the name of Antonio. He loved tomatoes more than anything in the world. However, his obsession with tomatoes left him with nearly no friends. The only people he was friends with was a Frenchman by the name of Francis and a Prussian by the name of Gilbert. He was content with those two of his friends and they had much fun together, but Antonio felt something was missing.Of Tomatoes and Love 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He would always wonder what it was. Never quite sure what he was missing. He had his friends and his tomato garden and he was happy. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure it out. Until one day, his friends announced something. They each had gotten a lover.
At that moment, something clicked in Antonio's mind. He didn't have anyone he could share his life with.
And so, he went around trying to find the perfect girl, however, none of them could beat his love for tomatoes. After many failed attempts to find someone, he was ready to give up. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn
Spain. Without Romano 6 Romano stood there, shocked. Spain had found him and he had nowhere to run. This was a nightmare. He could stay here and listen to his bullshit, or run away and hope he found a way out. The later was sounding better to him.Spain. Without Romano 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hi, Roma..." Spain said, trying to sound cheerful.
Romano just glared at him. "What the hell do you want, you bastard?" he said, thinking of a way he could get past him and into the maze.
Spain put on his most sincere look and approached Romano. "I just want to say, I'm sorry... I neglected you and I shouldn't have done that. I promise I won't do it again! Just take me back, please."
Romano scoffed and stood up from the chair, crossing his arms. "I'm supposed to believe that crap? I bet someone else had to tell you what you did wrong! You're so thick-headed that you didn't even notice you were neglecting your own lover!" He said,
Spain. Without Romano 7Germany's face hardened, Italy's eyes widened, France looked away. All three of them were shocked to hear what Romano had done, but France had slightly expected it.Spain. Without Romano 7 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Please help! We need to find him!" Spain pleaded, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. He couldn't stand the idea of his little Romano lost. "We'll be able to find him faster if we all search the maze."
Germany turned to Italy and asked, "Have you ever been in this maze before?"
Italy nodded. "I have a pretty good idea what the maze looks like."
"Good. We can search for him together," he said, standing up. He took Italy's hand and together they went into the maze to search for Romano.
"Come on, Spain. We can split up in the maze and search for Romano. Between the four of us, we'll surely find him," France said to his friend.
Spain stood up straigh
Maid For You. 3 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi]Chapter ThreeMaid For You. 3 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi] in Short Stories More Like This
''Come on Italy what's talking so long?" Britain asked.
''Hold on a minute I'll be with you soon!"
Britain along with America, France and Japan had taken Italy to Frances home so that Italy could try on different maid outfits . After a huge argument they had all decided to go to Frances home since he was so flamboyant in his ways and the fact that he had a complete collection of different maid outfits from around the world. Although none of the other countries new why he had this collection and when France was asked he would just laugh and say.
''Because I love to see beautiful women in them!"
But somehow the others didn't quite believe this explanation so they just dropped the subject altogether.
''Hey Italy do you want some help in there?" America asked jokingly.
''No I do not, but you can tell France that there is no way I'm wearing these frilly see through nickers that's for DAM SURE!"
''What seriously France gav
I Found You-Chapter 6. [ Hetalia/ Germany+ Italy ]It wasn't long until Italy reached the quaint little antique shop before he entered he wiped the tears from his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was to cause Mrs Winmier any problems or make her worry needlessly. As he entered the shop the little bell above the shop door jingled indicating that someone had entered the premises. A voice called out from the back Italy knew at once who the voice belonged to.I Found You-Chapter 6. [ Hetalia/ Germany+ Italy ] in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
''Just a minute I'll be right there." Mrs Winmier said.
Mrs Winmier came hobbling out from the back room but when she saw Italy she quite shocked she hadn't expected to see him back at the shop so soon. She also noticed that Italy had lost his cheerful smile, she could tell from his eyes that he had recently been crying.
''My .my this is a surprise I never expected to see you so soon my dear so you couldn't stay away from my shop is that it!" She said this while smiling hoping to bring a smile to the young man's face.
Maid For You. 4 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi]Chapter FourMaid For You. 4 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi] in Short Stories More Like This
Just as the countries were about to reveal the numbers they had picked they heard someone calling from the back of the room.
''Hiya .. everybody!"
All of the countries turned round to see Finland and Sweden.
''Finland, Sweden when did you get here?" Britain asked
''Just now we heard about Italy's predicament and so we thought we'd come and help, here I brought some maid outfits that Italy might like to try on."
''Oh that is so kind of you Finland but tell me why do you have maid outfits?" France was curious about this.
Finland became nervous when asked this question, he laughed nervously and looked away while his cheeks turned a beautiful shade of crimson.
''Ah hahahahaha ..well you see .urm ..ahahahahahahahaha ..!"
France took one look at Finland then looked at Sweden who stood in silence and guest straight away .
Maid For You. 5 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi]Chapter FiveMaid For You. 5 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi] in Short Stories More Like This
''Okay then all of you guys who are going to be dressing up as French maids would kindly follow me to your room's so that you can get changed!"
Britian, Prussia, Canada, Russia and Finland followed France as he lead them to their rooms so that they could change into their maid outfits.
Britain was not happy on how things had turned out, he had really hoped to see America dressed up as a cute little maid.
''BOLLOCKS I can't believe my luck!"
''Awwwww what's that matter Britain did your plan backfire?"
''SHUT UP YOU DAM FROG I DON'T NEED TO HEAR YOUR SNIDE REMARKS THANK YOU!"
''Temper ..temper Britain ..after all this was your idea in the first place!"
''Yes .I know that .I don't need to be reminded by the likes of you!"
''So tell me why did you come up with this crazy contest in the first place?" France asked
''I thought it would cheer
Maid For You. 6 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi]Chapter SixMaid For You. 6 [Hetalia/Germany + N.Italy/yaoi] in Short Stories More Like This
Italy knocked on the room door that Britain was currently using.
''Britain it's time to begin are you ready?"
''Yeah I'm coming Italy!"
It wasn't long before Britain came to out into the hallway where Italy had been waiting for him.
''Britain you look cute in that maid outfit!"
''You really think so, I'm not too sure about it!"
''No I mean it you look cute!"
''Well thank you for saying so Italy, come on let's go and get the others!"
Britain and Italy made their way to Prussia's room next, Britain knocked on the door this time.
''Hey Prussia you ready in there? , it's time!"
The door was suddenly flung open and there in the doorway stood Prussia with his hands on his hips as he shouted.
''Hahahahahaha ..I am awesome!"
''Well I see that nothing phase's you Prussia as usual!" Britain sighed.
Italy just laughed on seeing Prussia's outburst of confidence.
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People in the streets were laughing and cheering tears of joy running down their cheeks, they were happy because the war was finally over. All of the bloodshed, terror, mayhem and conflict had finally ended. Yes the people were happy all except one.
In the north part of the village stood a pub called The White Boar, the atmosphere in the bar was loud and jovial. Villager's along with soldiers from the U.S.A, Britain and even some German soldiers laughed and cheered. In one motion they all raised their drinks high above their heads shouting.
''HERES TO THE END OF THE WAR "!
Germany was not happy in fact he was completely miserable, he was sat in the far corner of bar. It was dark all except for the gentle glow of light coming from a lamp which hung on the wall. Germany wanted to be alone, forget everything that had transpired.
''Hey bar keep fetch me another one will yah"!
The bar keeper turned and looked a
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''So then France tell us about the rules and what we have to do"! Britain said.
''Okay then guys first of all you will each take turns showing off your maid outfits;
just think of it like you're on a fashion walk where you walk down the runway do a little twirl while I describe to the judge's your outfit's."
''Hey France who's going first"? Britain asked.
''Glad you asked you will be going in order of the odd number format with Prussia going first since he was No.1, then Britain No.3, then Canada No.5, then Russia No.7 and finally Finland who was No.9."!
''I see so do we get scored on how we look as well as how we walk down the runway"? Prussia asked who was feeling confident.
''Yes but that is only half of it the next part is a little different"!
''What do you mean by different"? Russia asked.
''Well for the next half you have to walk down a slippery hal
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''Where ..are you ."?
Germany had been running all over the town square shouting at the top of his voice calling for Italy. He hoped that the young man with brown hair and hazel eyes would come running back and jump into his open arms with a smile upon his innocent face.
After a while Germany had to stop to catch his breath his usually strong and muscular frame quivered. As his heart pounded with in his chest, he gasped for more air his lungs craving more oxygen. He looked up into the afternoon sky, what he saw was not a good sign. For gray rain clouds had begun to form a storm was on its way. He had to find Italy as soon as possible before the storm could set in and so with a heavy sigh he set off once more in his search.
How did things
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'' But who's going first?" Came Germany's reply
''I will if that's okay with you Germany!" Said Italy
''That's fine please be my guest."
Italy smiled as he slowly laid his cards out one by one on the table top, the first card was the queen of spades, second was the jack of diamonds, third was the 10 of hearts, fourth was the 9 of spades and the last card was the 8 of clubs.
''A straight I bet you can't beat that!"
Italy 's cards showed that he had a straight which is a winning hand in the game of poker, he just hoped that Germany 's hand wasn't better otherwise he would loose the game .
''My . That is a good hand you've got there but I'm afraid mine is better!"
Germany smiled wickedly as he slowly laid his cards out one by one on to the table top, the first card the ace of hearts, second was the king of hearts, third was the queen of hearts, fourth was the jack of hearts and the last card was the 10 of hearts.
''I have a straight flu
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Italy sighed as he stood in front of the mirror in his bedroom; how did he get into this mess he thought as he put the finishing touch's to the maids uniform he now had to wear. The uniform in question was a fancy, frilly French maids outfit, the colour of the outfit was cherry blossom pink. There were also red ribbons on the sides of the dress these same colour ribbons could been seen on the tops of the stockings which he had to wear. The apron was pure white with a floral motif that ran along the bottom, there were also tie backs which he had to tie in a bow. He picked up the pink choker and put it on at the front it had a red ribbon with a small pink rose at the center and last but not least he put on a pair of crimson red shoes .
Italy sighed again as he thought back to Saturday night when he and the other countries had gotten together at Germany's house to play a game of poker. That night luck had been on his side for he was winning and after four hours had passed he a